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‘make an excuse and come back right now.’
the words repeated in yoh’s mind over and over again, imagining how they’d sound if they were actually said, imagining the look in his eyes as he spoke through every syllable, imagining what he’d do if he didn’t.
he read over the text at least three times before finally putting his phone down via a shaky hand and grabbed his cup, taking a heavy sip of the alcohol. he needed to drown his mind out of what was currently happening.
yoh didn’t understand why he was so affected, he never understood why the simplest things left him shook to his core, but then he figured it might just be because it’s segasaki.
it had always been him, from the day he saw his beautiful face lit up by the rays of sun shining through a window.
the way he smiled and nodded slowly as people spoke, the way he was able to fix any hard situation with a bit of sweet talking and bribery, the way he protected yoh against anyone even daring to be rude to him. it was all euphoric.
for the last few days all he could think about was him: his face, his sex, his voice as he ran through each forecast for the day in detail, the way he may have combed his hair that day, if anything was different about a tie he’d chosen. safe to say, yoh was head over heels.
now, he’d been like this for a while of course. this was not a recent development and in fact, he’d been in love with him for almost a year now. though.. his feelings were conflicting. sometimes, he felt nothing but anger towards segasaki and wanted to throttle him at any given moment,
but other times, it was a different story.
sometimes, he noticed when segasaki got slightly rough in bed, pinning his hands back and gripping his chin, forcing him to keep his eyes open. three words and yoh was done for, on his knees and ready for whatever.
yoh, of course, didn’t exactly appreciate their dynamic sometimes, but he especially didn’t like how easy it was for him to just bend over and do whatever anyone wanted. hell, he would cut his own foot off if someone commanded him to before having a moment to think about how it would affect him.
manju had frequently criticized this subtle flaw in yoh, saying that if he didn’t grow a backbone, eventually everything would come crashing down. of course, very exaggerated via her eccentric style.
yoh stared at the table in front of him, then down at the paper that had the manga-fied versions of him and his lover on it.
he felt bad, in a way, for leaving behind segasaki, but at the same time, he needed this. he needed enrichment and to get out of the house for once after what happened. he wasn’t even sure of the last time he had a breath of fresh air after he got fired.
yoh needed this. right?
wrong, clearly, considering he was now taking his leave, papers and bag in trembling hands. god, he was so cooked when he got home. may whatever deity that rest in the sky have mercy upon his poor soul, for he was about to get his shit rocked, verbally or physically. it was bad either way.
he picked up his phone as he ran down the stairs and wrote back a quick text, ‘coming’, and hoped it didn’t sound too bad to segasaki. he didn’t exactly want to be in trouble for not listening, which sounds extremely juvenile given their situation.
yoh hurried home, walking slightly faster than he had ever at a resting pace and once he finally reached the door, he hesitated before twisting the knob, stepping inside and kicking his shoes off.
“hello? i’m home.” he called out, not getting an immediate response, but just as he was about to step into the kitchen, got dragged towards the living room by his bag.
he was pushed onto the couch and he immediately looked up at the culprit: segasaki, looking more pissed off than he’d ever seen him before.
“do you think that’s funny? running off and not listening to me when i tell you to do something?” segasaki chastised yoh, gripping onto both of his arms and straddling his lap, making sure to keep a firm hold on him.
a pause, “have you forgotten our agreement, yoh?” he asked in a quieter tone, leaning in. their noses almost touched for just a moment.
“no—“
“then why did you do it, hm? spit it out.”
yoh was at a loss for words, and just blinked awkwardly, staring up at segasaki as though he’d just learned the news that his own mother died.
everything was moving insanely fast, yet, yoh couldn’t say he hated how things were developing.
“i- i.. told you. i’m going to make more money. i’m not a freeloader!” yoh argued back, putting on his strongest voice, although sounding like a kitten who’d just been kicked.
segasaki laughed under his breath, “freeloader? you speak so poorly of yourself, yoh.“
did he think this was funny? because it certainly was not! yoh was not smiling, nor was he ecstatic at the idea that something may just be coming his way for defying segasaki’s word. what would happen, anyway? he’d never really done anything too out of line before, not like this, of course.
the worst thing was a bit of possessive behavior and cuddling all night, which— hell, he’d ask for again if he could. what would it be this time?
would today finally be the day yoh gets kicked out and has to beg on the streets for even a little yen? would he get beat? would he be forced to do housework all day? yoh wasn’t exactly sure of how these things went down, considering nobody had really.. physically bullied him since middle school.
yoh furrowed his eyebrows and looked up into segasaki’s eyes, admiring them for a moment before speaking, “what are you going to do about it?”
god, that was so risky but he honestly— well, no he did care. he cared alot, and was probably shaking from head to toe right now. he couldn’t exactly tell if he was or wasn’t considering he was attempting to get his mind to calm down and make sure he didn’t cry.
“what am i going to do?” segasaki asked, bringing a free hand up and running it over yoh’s cheek, pinching it just slightly enough to hurt a little.
“get up.” he ordered quickly, standing up before yoh and grabbing him by the arm, marching him towards his bedroom. he practically threw him onto the bed and bent him over the side, gripping onto his hips with an iron-tight hold.
segasaki ran his fingers over the sides of yoh’s jeans before leaning down to undo them, watching as they dropped to the floor, then doing the same with his boxers.
he smiled, “you know, yoh, you’re not as strong as you try to be. you may be cold, aloof, even.. but deep down i know that you share a backbone with a puppy. do you think i’m intimidated when you run off like that? do you think i get affected?”
segasaki moved one hand up yoh’s back, pressing him into the bed, and squeezing his cheek with the other, “above all else, do you think i wouldn’t do anything? you’re stupid if so.” he whispered.
he lifted his hand and swatted it against yoh’s ass,
“ah!” yoh yelped and covered his mouth, gripping onto the blankets that lay rather messily on the bed. segasaki must’ve been really going crazy over him not being here, huh? he was normally so orderly—
but above that— he was.. being spanked?! by segasaki?! he didn’t have time to think before another, then another, then another.
the sound of the smacks against his pale skin rung in his eardrums and he whimpered, burying his face into the soft comforter. he squirmed around, only to be hit harder than the last and pressed further onto the blanket.
yoh had never been spanked before— his parents weren’t exactly one for physical discipline, so this was definitely a step up from whatever the hell he had considered to be his kink before. this was good, really good.
yoh whined as his skin burnt worse with each passing second. he was shocked at the speed segasaki was going— he’d never seen someone’s hand move so fast to beat somebody before, goddamn!
“sega- segasaki—“ he choked out between watery moans of pain,
“hush.” segasaki replied, calming his smacking down for just a moment to squeeze and kneed the fat of his bottom.
“you’re all red, you poor thing..” he whispered.
segasaki reached over and yanked yoh by his hair, forcing him to look in the mirror that was conveniently placed at an angle so he’d see himself. god, he was right. his ass was already an angry shade of red from the smacks, and he bit down on his lip, letting out a shaky sigh at the sight.
“take it all in, yoh. look at that..” he murmured, kicking his leg between yoh’s ankles to spread his legs just slightly. he looked and felt quite like some cheap whore off the street, or one of those girlfriends you could pay for so they’d treat you like a human for a day.
segasaki’s smile only grew, looking akin to the cheshire cat right about now. “i wonder if you knew i’d do something like this, maybe that’s why you stayed out,” he started, “is that why you disobey me so often? to bend my rules, see what i’ll do?
i never bothered beforehand, thinking it was just you in a.. rebellious mood, but now i realize.. this is becoming permanent. you like when i discipline you, when i force you to see that you’re mine. don’t you?”
yoh felt his heart almost jump out of his throat at the words, and he felt his cock aching painfully with each one. he sniffled and brought a hand to his lips, picking at them.
“speak.” segasaki’s voice jostled him out of his daze,
“yes— yes.” yoh answered, nodding eagerly.
he did like this, as much as he hated to admit it. he liked the little shows of dominance that segasaki possessed most days. he liked when he came up behind him to press a kiss to the nape of his neck, he liked when he grabbed him to tell him something before he left.
he liked segasaki. no— loved segasaki. he was obsessed with him, and he could never get enough.
segasaki ran his fingers slowly over the sensitive flesh and let go of yoh’s hair, bringing his hand up to spank him once more before finally stepping back to look at his handiwork. he must’ve found this rather amusing, because yoh could tell he he was smirking.
“do you think you deserve more?” he asked in that unfortunately sweet, velvety voice that he almost always had.
“no! no, please.. please, i’m sorry.” yoh begged quietly, cringing at his own decisions to, and he covered his face quickly.
segasaki let out a laugh and leaned down, prying his hands away and pressing a kiss to his temple, then moving his face more towards him and kissing him one the cheek.
he ran his thumb above yoh’s flushed cheeks, admiring the look in his eyes: teary, pleading, obedient. he looked a bit like when he was wasted that one night, crying in segasaki’s arms over some girl he couldn’t give two shits about.
segasaki wanted nothing more but to cuddle up to yoh and keep him safe in his arms forever, away from everybody else.
“all mine.. you’re mine, yoh. say it.” he commanded, rubbing a slow hand over the small of his back. yoh sniffled and looked up at segasaki, “i’m yours.”